User blog comment:Cortez Firebrush/The Battle of Bornegascar/@comment-2246928-20190615224053/@comment-2246928-20190616000315

He took it and inspected it, looking over the simple maple-stock rifle with a stern gaze before returning the weapon to the trembling private. He smiles a long-mouthed smile. "Now, now, Private Sloane, your weapon seems to be in respectable order so there's no need for all that trembling. Remember your training and you'll get out of this in one piece, I assure you."

As he moved on to the next soldier, the skunk to Elvia's left, a private named Dawlson, leaned in and whispered. "Yeah, an' one piece can mean a lot o' things." She winked cruelly and adjusted her helmet, just as the coyote behind her nudged her roughly in the back. "I know, Calkerra." Dawlson muttered, fixing her eyes back to gaze straight ahead with a smirk still present on her face. "I know. No teasin' th' shakers."